Maria decides that she should start foraging. She might find some berries if she looks hard enough.
Maria veers from the path, taking a left into the forest. She strides among the trees, taking special care to keep her hindpaws out of poison oak... Or animal droppings. Her eyes are peeled, searching for any bits of bright red, or blue, or black among the foliage; berries of any sort.
Hours of searching prove fruitless: Figuratively and, of course, literally, as the orange vixen has failed to find any fruit.
Her stomach lets her know its displeasure with her failure with a loud rumble. "I know, I know..."
Her nose picks up a sweet scent when she takes a few steps further. "What's this?"
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